Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2012 22:39:45 -0600
From: s a
Subject: Blow 4 Dough, Part 4
Warning: This story contains homosexuality, pederasty, profanity,
prostitution, urophilia, drug use, unprotected sex, and aggressiveness. I
am the sole creator of this work. Please feel free to contact me at the
above email.
Blow 4 Dough
By Scott Zucker
Chapter Four: Eurotrash and Son
That evening, Nick and I had trouble sneaking out, due to my mom's
growing suspicions. Resultantly, Nick said we'd leave separately in the
future.
After driving a while, Nick turned down his music. "I have to warn
you, you'll probably be in your underwear again tonight," he said.
"Ah, shit."
We had planned to do laundry the next day, so I was down to my
shittiest clothes, which included boxers so old they were now yellow. I
also hated the huge fly in front of them.
We soon reached downtown, but then got lost. That put us fifteen
minutes late to our destination, which was an old luxury hotel, best known
for its grandeur and ghosts.
We rushed up to the 12th floor. Nick then knocked on the door, and a
gentleman promptly answered.
He was a dashing man in his 40s, but I didn't see what all the fuss
was about. He had a narrow face, curly hair, steely eyes, and Roman nose.
He also had a lanky figure, and was wearing a cashmere sweater, pleated
slacks, and dress shirt. "Hello," he said with a sexy accent.
We then walked into a wave of warm, sweet vanilla. The next thing I
noticed was a huge flat screen TV. Then I noticed the boy, who was
lounging in a chair in the corner.
The boy was mid teens and wearing a Catholic school uniform, complete
with a necktie. I could also see a silver watch peeking out from under his
sleeve. Although preppy, he was athletically built with a broad frame and
large head. He also had a tiny piggy nose, plastic looking hair, and
piercing hazel eyes. Needless to say, he looked as stuck up as his nose.
I never figured out their relationship, but I knew they weren't blood
related. After all, not only did they not look alike, but they weren't
even from the same continent.
The man went to the bed and sprawled out on it, as the boy remained in
the chair. They were so relaxed and carefree I found it odd. "Go ahead
and get undressed," the man told us.
After some hesitation, we started to disrobe. Immediately, I began to
wonder why they weren't getting undressed also. Within minutes, we were
standing in only our boxers. Nick was wearing thin, striped boxers, which
looked as bad as mine. "The money," Nick said.
The man smirked, as the boy snickered. "Tsk-tsk, you're not done
yet," the man sneered. Nick and I were confused. "All the way," the man
clarified, nodding to Nick's boxers.
"That wasn't part of the deal," Nick balked.
"Who's paying here?" the man asked. Nick didn't respond. "That's
what I thought. Now finish."
I glanced at Nick, who was seething. "You heard him," the boy said,
being an ass, too.
Bravely, Nick yanked down his boxers. It took me a few seconds
longer, but I finally pulled mine down and quickly covered my junk. I had
never felt so naked in my life. "Okay, now the money," Nick demanded.
"That thing is still covered," the man responded, pointing at me.
Reluctantly, I removed my hands. The boy snickered under his breath, as I
kept my head down. Back then, I was so tiny and hairless I was painfully
shy. "Fair enough," he mumbled. He then pulled out a bunch of bills from
under a pillow and flung them in our direction. The money went everywhere.
Immediately, Nick scrambled for it, as the two of them laughed at him.
"Whores." Nick finished collecting the money and shoved it in his pants
pocket. At that moment, I so wanted to get the fuck out of there. "What
do you want to see these sluts do?" the man asked the boy.
"I can't concentrate with this cigarette smell," the boy bitched,
glancing at Nick.
Swiftly, the man got up and went to the bathroom. Upon returning, he
sprayed the room with air freshener. Then he set the can down on his way
back to the bed. "What do you want to see?" the man reiterated.
"Let's see the little one suck some dick," the boy replied.
I was hesitant. "You heard him," the man said. With that, I got down
and started sucking Nick. However, I was too nervous to do a good job. I
could tell Nick was also nervous because he was having trouble getting
hard. "Either start sucking it right or give me my money back."
I started cramming it in deeper and stroking it harder, which made it
perk up some. Nick soon grabbed, squeezed, and shoved it in harder as
well. Then he grabbed the back of my head and started pushing on it. The
boy leaned forward to get a better view, as the man spoke in what sounded
like French. "That's it," the boy said.
"Take that cock, bitch," Nick muttered to me.
"Yeah, choke that thing," the man commanded.
Sure enough, Nick squeezed his dick again and rammed it to the back of
my throat, as I started gagging on it. I yanked my head away, sputtering
spit everywhere. "Oh, yeah, that's good," the boy said, getting out of his
chair.
Suddenly, Nick grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. I opened
up as wide as I could and took it like a champ. All throughout, I was
making gagging and choking sounds, mostly for their entertainment.
Abruptly, the boy got behind me, grabbed my cock, and started jacking
me off. Immediately, I could smell his sporty cologne, feel his warm
breath on the back of my neck, and feel his clunky watch smacking against
me. Soon I spread my legs wider, giving him more access. His hand was so
dry, and he was now jacking me off so hard, I was in pain, but I sucked it
up. Meanwhile, the man was watching from the edge of the bed. "I want to
see you fuck its ass," the boy told Nick.
"I don't fuck guys, I'm straight," Nick shot back.
The man laughed hysterically. "Straight to your knees," he quipped,
as the boy giggled.
Nick glared at him. "Fuck you bitch," Nick barked.
"I'll just pay more. I know how you whores operate."
Nick glared at him a while longer and then looked down at me. I
stared up at him and nodded my head, giving him the okay. Honestly, by
that point, I just wanted to get it over with. "How much more?" Nick
inquired.
"Hundred."
Nick pondered, as I continued to suck him. Meanwhile, the boy was
licking his fingers and working my hole, inside and out. "150 and I want
it upfront," Nick demanded.
"Then get out of here. I don't care," the man uttered casually.
Nick paused and then clinched his fist for a second. "Fine, we'll do
it for a hundred," Nick grumbled.
The man got the money out of a nightstand and tossed it on the bed.
Immediately, Nick grabbed and put it away. "I haven't been fucked in
forever, so it might take me a while," I explained to the man.
"I don't really care, but I'll still give you something, just because
I'm a nice guy," the man joked and turned to the boy. "Get it a drink."
The boy went to a counter and poured champagne in a shot glass, as the
man pulled a pill bottle out of a briefcase. "I don't do drugs," I said.
"These are prescription. They'll wear off soon," the boy assured me.
"Take it or leave it," the man said, flicking a pill at me.
It bounced off of me and landed on the floor. The boy snickered, as
he sat the glass down near me. Nervously, I reached down, picked up the
pill, and froze. "What are they?" Nick asked. The man said a name I never
heard before. "Can I have two?"
"Of course," the man answered, "after you give me back my hundred."
"Forget it then," Nick responded and looked at me. "She'll never know
a thing, Will. They're harmless."
Still reluctant, I gulped the pill and drink down. "We'll give it ten
minutes and then begin. In the meantime, get up on the bed," the man told
me. I sat down in confusion. "Get on your knees," he said, as the boy
fetched some lube. I did so. Abruptly, the boy shoved my face down and
began working my hole with his finger, twisting and prodding as hard as he
could. After a while, he stuck a second finger in. "How does that feel?"
the man asked the boy.
"Tight, especially for a whore," the boy answered.
"You want to see something intriguing?" the man asked the boy. "This
will blow your mind away."
The man walked over to his briefcase and pulled out a small white
instrument in a factory sealed bag, a tiny pin light, and a condom wrapped
dildo. He walked back over to me and smeared a ton of lube on my hole.
Without a care in the world, he ripped open the bag and crammed the
instrument into me. I could then feel my ass open wide, as they inspected
my insides. Immediately, I could smell a whiff of my own gas, and I felt
so humiliated I started to get dizzy. "Disgusting," the boy grumbled,
holding his breath in.
"The anatomy of a whore," the man said, technically.
He pulled the instrument out and replaced it with the dildo. They
then took turns using it on me, as they kept my cock hard by stroking it.
The dildo was a small one, only big enough to keep my ass open and tease it
a little. "It has an eight year old's dick," the man jeered, as he fondled
me.
Within minutes, my hole was ready, and I was feeling euphoric but
nauseated from the drug. The boy then slathered lube on Nick's cock and
stroked it until it was halfway hard. After hesitating some, Nick got
behind me and slipped his cock into my ass. I was amazed by how easily and
painlessly it went in. Although he was still semi-hard, his cock was so
big it anchored firmly in me.
Soon Nick was fucking me rough, as he grunted like an agitated animal.
After a while, he grabbed and pulled my hair. "Yeah, ride that thing," one
of them said.
"Fuck yeah," Nick uttered, quickening his pace.
Within seconds, he was clenching my hair so hard he started pulling me
up. Meanwhile, the man and boy were still taking turns jerking me off.
Soon I was drenched on both ends, and I began making squishy sounds, as the
sheets underneath me became moist. Surprisingly, Nick was now taking it
balls deep inside of me. The drug was definitely working.
Before long, Nick was also slapping my ass. Immediately, they started
cheering him on, which made him only do it more. "He's such a fucking,
little slut," Nick scoffed loudly.
"It sure is," the boy confirmed, "and deserves to be treated like
one."
Minutes later, I was on my back, as they stretched me out,
spread-eagled. The boy was yanking on my leg so hard it began hurting.
Intently, they were watching Nick's cock pound me. Soon the man started
spewing more foreign shit, mostly sneeringly. Within seconds, the boy
shoved his hand between us to feel the fucking. Then he pulled his sloppy
hand out and began feeling on Nick's ass and hole. Surprisingly, Nick
didn't seem to mind. Meanwhile, the room began to fill with a soggy stench
and sticky mugginess. I hadn't noticed it before, but the man had already
shed his sweater. The boy was also getting hotter, and his shirt was now
drenched in sweat. "It reeks in here!" the boy soon bellowed.
The boy wrung the goop off of his hand, flinging it everywhere. Then
he went to get the air freshener. "I'm getting close," I suddenly gasped.
Forgetting the can, the boy rushed back to us. "Lie down on the bed,"
he told Nick.
"Oh, yeah," the man muttered.
Nick was confused, so they guided him onto his back with his head to
the wall. Then they assisted me up onto Nick with my face pointing
outward. Immediately, I slid back down onto Nick's cock. Except for a
euphoric swirl in my head, I couldn't feel anything else. I then continued
to ride Nick with my legs spread wide. I was close to cumming again when
the boy's mouth abruptly latched onto my cock. His mouth felt warm and
tight, like a virgin's ass, and he immediately engulfed me whole. In
seconds, I unloaded every drop into his clinching throat, as I writhed and
squealed uncontrollably. Afterwards, the boy pulled away and swallowed
with a grimace on his face, like he had just eaten a lemon. "It even
tastes like a nasty whore," he sneered.
"Of course it does," the man added with a smirk.
I pulled myself off Nick's cock, which was now soft. "Fuck, I got to
piss," Nick grumbled.
The boy hesitated and then perked up. "I have an idea. How about you
piss on it in the shower?" he suggested.
"Great idea," the man chimed in.
"No way, that's sick," Nick protested.
"How about an extra fifty? That'll make it 350," the man prodded.
"Let's just do it," I said, not giving a shit anymore.
Nick and I rushed into the bathroom, and we climbed into the shower.
Immediately, I got on my knees, and Nick began drenching me. Meanwhile,
the man and boy were watching outside the shower. "Piss on its face," the
boy commanded.
Nick did so. I wasn't ready, so I got some of it in my eyes and
mouth. At once, I closed my eyes in shock and pain. His piss tasted
bitter, and was warm, thick, and smelly. There was also so much of it I
got completely covered in it. The whole time, the man and boy were
cheering and whooping it up.
Nick emptied out his last drop, and we quickly took a shower. We then
returned to the room where we dressed as fast as we could. Meanwhile, the
man and boy were lying in bed with their clothes still on, as they
continued to mock us. I ignored most of what they were saying, but I did
hear the boy mention antibiotics and avoiding STDs from whores. Then he
popped some pills. "The extra fifty," Nick reminded the man.
"Don't have it," the man responded.
"What?" Nick asked in shock.
"You heard me. Now get out of here."
Immediately, Nick started to get loud. "Come on, let's just go," I
told him.
Nick kept getting louder, as the man picked up the phone. "I'm
calling security," the man asserted.
I grabbed and tugged on Nick, until he reluctantly left with me.
In the car, we were quiet for fifteen minutes, as the smell of piss
lingered on. "None of that was supposed to happen," Nick finally said.
I just lost it. "Don't fucking talk to me," I barked. I then started
bawling my eyes out. I had never felt so violated, humiliated, and
defenseless in my whole life. I wanted to die right here. "Fuck!" I
yelled and pounded on the dashboard. "Never fucking again, I'm never doing
this again, ever! Fuck you for doing this to me!"
With that, I buried my face in my hands and sobbed, until we got home.
Nick parked, and we continued to sit there, as I tried to gain my
composure. "We'll get those fuckers," Nick promised me.
However, he sounded completely ashamed and defeated.
To be continued...